novelraw Chapter 652: Su Yu’s Street Photos, Lingling’s Wish
Chapter 652: Su Yu’s Street Photos, Lingling’s Wish
Chapter 652: Su Yu’s Street Photos, Lingling’s WishTang Song quietly savored the thrilling sensation at his fingertips;
the breath in his chest was hot and rapid.
His gaze landed on Shen Yuyan in his arms, her expression dreamlike. He could clearly tell she was deliberately restraining herself, yet silently acquiescing.
That ambiguous, forbidden posture stoked in him an overwhelming, intoxicating urge to dominate.
“Just to be clear—loser must accept the bet. No backing out!” Xu Qing announced excitedly, not yet realizing how dangerously off-course the atmosphere had shifted.
She freed one hand and removed the blindfold.
The instant her fingers touched the edge of the blindfold, Shen Yuyan shivered slightly and gently pushed Tang Song’s arm.
Only then did Tang Song quietly withdraw his right hand from the yoga pants, a meaningful smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Shen Yuyan hurriedly turned away, her face flushed like a sunset.
Her body, however, still trembled slightly.
When Xu Qing took off the blindfold, she belatedly realized something was wrong.The three of them were tightly entangled in a posture that was extremely suggestive and intensely awkward.
Tang Song was pressed on the inside, one arm around her waist, the other arm around her dreamy-eyed friend.
They looked like a compact sandwich.
And she was the innocent slice of ham in the middle.
“Huh...?”
Xu Qing’s alcohol-dulled brain snapped somewhat back to clarity.
She could distinctly feel the warmth and solidity of Tang Song’s chest and the soft, heated body of her friend.
Recalling her friend’s earlier teasing suggestions, Xu Qing’s face flushed crimson in an instant.
She instinctively wanted to withdraw her arm and break out of that ambiguous “sandwich.”
That Tang Song was definitely not a good guy—lots of girlfriends, and lots of tricks.
If he found out about her and her friend’s little schemes, she’d be completely finished!
But just as she moved, a powerful hand tightened suddenly,
pulling her and Shen Yuyan even closer together.
Both girls let out a low hum.
Xu Qing pushed at Tang Song’s chest, stammering, “Tan—Tang Song! What are you doing? And... why are you holding Yanyan? Let go of us!”
Because she’d had quite a bit to drink too, her voice sounded coy and lacked force.
Even sober, she had no authority over Tang Song—she was an easy target.
“You sweat when you drink, and it’s cold tonight.” Tang Song’s voice sounded in her ear, low and magnetic. “Holding each other will keep us warmer.”
“T-That doesn’t mean you can hold both of us at the same time. This... it’s not appropriate...” Xu Qing instinctively sought help from her friend. “Yanyan!” s̈
Shen Yuyan rested her cheek lazily on Tang Song’s shoulder;
her half-open eyes were misty with intoxication.
Her tone was vague: “It’s fine... a hug doesn’t hurt... Qingqing, why are you so stingy?”
She paused, deliberately pressing her body a little and gently rubbing against Tang Song’s chest.
“See? It’s... actually kind of comfortable.”
“Ah!” Xu Qing reflexively pushed her friend. “You’re drunk, Yanyan! Don’t—don’t move! Get up!”
But Shen Yuyan seemed to have lost some consciousness from the drunkenness. “I’ll sleep for a bit... so sleepy...”
She closed her eyes and slumped limply across Tang Song and Xu Qing.
Xu Qing froze, too stunned to move.
Feeling the contact of both bodies and breathing in their different scents,
Tang Song bent down, his gaze burning and dangerous.
The fire in his chest could no longer be contained.
Amid Xu Qing’s startled cry, he claimed her lips.
Xu Qing widened her eyes, but only resisted for a few seconds before her body softened under the influence of alcohol and Tang Song’s intense masculinity.
In the dimly lit living room, neon and streetlights flickered outside the window.
The air fermented with an atmosphere of intoxication and ambiguity.
The three of them pressed together, their posture dripping with suggestiveness.
Breaths intertwined, as if ready to set the air ablaze.
Tang Song’s hand slid down Shen Yuyan’s waistline and settled again over the tight black yoga pants.
The sensation at his fingertips fanned the flames in his chest.
Gradually, Xu Qing grew hazy and drunk.
Lost in Tang Song’s heated kiss, her breath quickened and her heartbeat scrambled as she felt both her boyfriend and her friend’s warmth pressing against her.
Night deepened.
Outside, the winter wind moaned.
Drunk and unconscious, Shen Yuyan curled on the big sofa, eyes half-closed, long lashes trembling, breathing slow and shallow.
She looked as if she’d completely fallen asleep.
In another corner,
Xu Qing and Tang Song’s figures overlapped.
Her maid outfit was a little messy;
the skirt hiked up,
stockings outlining long legs that looked especially striking under the lights.
After a moment,
Xu Qing bit her lower lip and managed with difficulty, “Put... put Yanyan in the bedroom... she’ll get sick if she sleeps here...”
Tang Song didn’t stop. His voice was low: “Later. There’s no time right now.”
“Ugh—”
Xu Qing’s words were silenced again.
She glanced, with the corner of her eye, at her friend nearby and then at Tang Song above.
Physiological excitement and psychological shame tangled together,
burning her nerves like strong liquor.
This is... this is too far...!
What am I doing?!
Am I becoming a pervert? In front of my friend...
Xu Qing felt ready to explode.
Her face burned as if bleeding, her head hot, yet her body refused to obey.
An unprecedented rush.
It felt like a scene from a novel she’d written—ripping through dimensions and landing right on her.
The whole world suddenly seemed unreal and dreamlike.
...
Thursday, November 23, 2023.
North City Garden.
At 6:30 a.m., the alarm went off on time in the warm bedroom.
Yao Lingling reached one hand out of the soft quilt, swiped her phone screen, and turned off the reminder.
She sat up, ruffled her messy hair, yawned, and gradually cleared her mind.
She checked the weather forecast on her phone first.
Then she opened the pinned WeChat chat.
She left a message: “(√) Good morning, big brother~ Today in Yancheng it’s sunny, -1~10℃, wind’s a bit strong. Outfit suggestions below...”
After sending this “exclusive weather report,”
she waited expectantly for a reply while looking around her new home with an unreadable smile.
This was the first morning she’d officially moved in.
Last weekend, she and Qiuqiu got the keys from senior Xu Qing.
The apartment had been well cared for, so they hardly needed to tidy up.
For the past few days, after work, they had moved their belongings in bit by bit like hardworking ants.
Last night was the first night they slept here.
Overall, it felt a lot better than their old Star Flower Garden neighborhood:
newer building, nicer renovation, and stronger heating.
Plus, the community rented many units—Li Shumin and Zhang Jiahong planned to move over next month when their leases ended.
Then they could all hang out in the same neighborhood.
“Buzz—”
[Tang Song: “Got it. Just woke up? It’s very cold this morning. Don’t do outdoor exercise.”]
Seeing this caring reply made Yao Lingling’s mood soar.
She typed quickly: “Okay! I’ll work out indoors. By the way, senior, you haven’t been to the office this week. Not seeing your handsome face makes me lose focus on my work~ When are you coming back?”
Tang Song had seemed busy this week and hadn’t shown up at the company.
He told her via WeChat that he’d gone home for a school anniversary and was now attending an important meeting organized by the government development and reform committee.
[Tang Song: “Maybe tomorrow. I have one last meeting this morning.”]
[Yao Lingling: “Then good luck with your work, senior. I’ll obediently wait at the company to see your handsome face.”]
“Buzz—”
[Tang Song: selfie.jpg]
Yao Lingling’s heart skipped a beat and she opened the photo.
It was Tang Song right after exercise, damp hair stuck to his forehead, his bare upper body revealing firm, flowing muscle lines—powerful and beautiful.
At one glance, Lingling felt hot-cheeked, her pulse racing, mouth dry.
The winter morning room suddenly felt humid and warm.
Luckily, she had some magical “water-type skills.”
So, having just sat up, she slipped back under the covers.
One pajama leg poked out.
Soon the room rang with the sound of chanting and playful “spell-casting” noises...
After a while, cheeks flushed, Lingling poked her head out.
She hesitated, bit her lip, wrestled with herself, and finally picked up her phone.
[Lingling: “/》) Senior... I’m fine now. I’m typing with both hands to prove my innocence.”]
[Tang Song: shocked (sticker)]
After “teasing” her senior, Yao Lingling finally got out of bed satisfied.
She lived in the secondary bedroom, previously Xu Qing’s.
Smaller in size but with ample sunlight—and most importantly, a huge solid wood desk—perfect for her.
She changed into a fitted gray workout set, tied her hair into a neat ponytail, hummed along to a song, and stepped out of the bedroom.
In the living room,
she saw Cheng Qiuqiu already on a yoga mat doing morning stretches.
Qiuqiu had her back to her, performing a perfect cat stretch—slender waist lowered, rounded buttocks high and perky.
Her flexibility formed a heart-stopping, flawless curve.
Hearing the movement beside her, Cheng Qiuqiu slowly sat up and looked over.
“Morning, Lingling.”
Her voice remained cool, and her pretty face flushed healthy and enticing from the workout.
“Good morning, gorgeous!” Yao Lingling immediately pulled a playful face and jumped up to hug her from behind, rubbing her cheek hard against that plump panda-like derrière. “Wow... Qiuqiu, your body is insane... If I were a guy, I wouldn’t be able to resist, hehe.”
“Stop it, Lingling...”
Cheng Qiuqiu stiffened instantly, her cheeks turning redder.
“Ha, don’t be shy. I’m a girl too, you know...”
The morning living room echoed with Lingling’s joyful laughter and Qiuqiu’s soft exhalation.
Before they knew it, they were laughing and tumbling onto the soft yoga mat.
The cool, guarded look on Qiuqiu’s face had given way to an unguarded smile.
The first morning in the new home felt particularly lovely.
After completing their daily “butt sculpting” routine and some anaerobic exercises in the living room,
Yao Lingling returned to her room to change.
Standing in front of the dressing mirror, thinking of Qiuqiu’s dramatic curves, she glanced down at her own slight A-cup and sighed.
Why won’t this grow?
Actually, when they picked up the keys that day, Lingling had already confirmed Qiuqiu really liked the senior.
That was normal—many of the girls at Songmei Apparel liked the senior.
After a while of sighing, Lingling’s naturally cheerful confidence reasserted itself.
Turning in front of the full-length mirror, admiring her increasingly striking waist-to-hip ratio—especially her plump, full butt—her confident smile returned.
She could sense that senior Tang Song liked her butt too.
He’d even patted it in the office last time.
Now she trained even harder.
And... she had a “wish” she could redeem at any time to satisfy him!
With the Double Eleven rush over and the company entering a calmer period,
she could almost make her move.
Just waiting to see him tomorrow.
Thinking that made Lingling flush. She changed clothes and quickly went to the bathroom to freshen up.
...
Since the weather was very cold, riding her beloved scooter to work wasn’t ideal.
Luckily North City Garden was right next to Metro Line 1.
Including walking time, it took them just over ten minutes to reach Yunxi Building.
They swiped in and entered Songmei Apparel’s office area.
It was nearly an hour until work started;
the spacious open office was unusually quiet.
They grabbed mugs and made steaming coffee in the pantry.
Sitting by the floor-to-ceiling windows in the break area,
they chatted, sipped coffee, and watched the city bustle awake.
Yao Lingling felt energized.
She genuinely loved her current job and life rhythm—full of hope and passion.
Living with friends, sharing daily joys and frustrations.
Pouring her love into fashion design, creating fresh beauty every day.
And her design team, led by her, was nearly assembled.
The new hires were competent designers with some industry renown, able to handle things independently.
Songmei Apparel was visibly thriving.
HEYISTUDIO would surely usher in a brighter future.
Finishing the last sip of coffee, Yao Lingling excitedly proposed, “Qiuqiu, there’s a hot spring resort near my place that opened last year with great facilities. Want to go soak next week and relax?”
Cheng Qiuqiu paused and shook her head: “I won’t go. I haven’t told you, but I might take a few days off next week to go back to Rongcheng.”
“What? Really?” Lingling was surprised. “Is something wrong at home?”
Qiuqiu stayed silent a moment, then said softly: “Nothing, just... going back to check on things.”
“Oh, okay. Be careful on the trip.” Lingling didn’t pry further and added: “Taking leave is fine. Things aren’t busy, and your department just hired a new designer who can share the work.”
Qiuqiu nodded lightly, but the joy in her eyes had dulled, showing a faint, hard-to-detect gloom.
Her mother had not been peaceful lately,
and her mother-in-law’s death anniversary was approaching.
Sighing, Qiuqiu set her mug down.
She habitually opened Weibo on her phone to check Su Yu’s latest posts.
As she entered, a headline suddenly collided with her vision:
#Su Yu’s shell jacket look#
Seeing her idol’s tag, Qiuqiu’s heart leapt and she tapped in.
A set of high-resolution airport street snaps filled the screen.
A top fashion outlet had apparently shot an exclusive set of Su Yu heading to Europe this morning for Fashion Week.
In the photos, Su Yu wore black sunglasses and a pure black shell-style jacket over a simple white T-shirt, paired with high-waisted cargo pants and a pair of tough Martin boots.
Her signature silver-gray dyed long hair hung casually.
The whole look was minimalist and sharp, yet packed with high-end energy and an intense aura.
It showcased her near-perfect golden-proportion figure to perfection.
Qiuqiu instinctively liked, reposted, and commented “Sister, you’re so fierce, I love you” in a single breath.
Then she began enlarging the photos to admire her idol’s stunning beauty.
As she studied them, she suddenly froze.
That black shell jacket on Su Yu... why did it look so familiar?
It looked exactly like the company’s “City Shell Jacket.”
Qiuqiu blinked and zoomed in to inspect the garment’s details.
The distinctive taped zipper design, the Velcro detail on the cuffs, and the subtle [HEYI] embroidery on the hood edge...
Her eyes widened;
disbelief spread across her face.
“Lingling! Lingling! Look! Look at this!”
She jumped up from her chair, her voice changing from excitement.
“What’s up?” Yao Lingling, staring out the window, was startled and confused.
Qiuqiu shoved her phone in front of her. “Look!”
Lingling glanced at it and casually said: “That’s our company’s City Shell Jacket, the classic black. What about it?”
Qiuqiu’s lips trembled as she flushed with excitement. “Look again... the person wearing it...”
She zoomed out to reveal that flawless face.
Lingling’s brain went blank.
Su, Su, Su Yu?!
“No way! No way! No way!” Lingling’s voice trembled. “Qiuqiu... is this photoshopped?”
“No!” Qiuqiu immediately exited the preview to the original Weibo post.
The publisher was an official account of a top fashion media outlet in the industry.
Comments and reposts had already topped 100k.
Fans flooded the comment section with “So fierce!”, “Su Yu goddess forever!”, and “Where to buy the jacket!”
Lingling stared at the photo set.
Seeing the nation-level queen Su Yu wearing something she personally designed...
An indescribable joy shot from her tailbone to her crown.
“Ahhhhh!” She couldn’t contain herself and screamed loudly.
She hugged Qiuqiu, bouncing and leaping like someone who’d won the lottery.
“It’s Su Yu! It’s Su Yu! Qiuqiu! Su Yu wore the jacket I designed! She’s wearing my design!”
Excited, Lingling bit Qiuqiu’s face a few times and still couldn’t calm down;
she hugged her and spun her in the air.
As a designer, her greatest dream was seeing top stars and fashion icons wear her clothes—on magazine pages, under flashbulbs.
It’s more than being seen;
it’s the ultimate validation of a designer’s worth.
And who was Su Yu?
A national-level diva, a trendsetter in traffic and style.
One set of her street photos could explode across the internet.
What she wore was never just clothing.
It was a trend, a movement—an aesthetic countless girls would imitate.
“Su Yu same style”—those words were the biggest seal of approval in fashion circles.
Brief thrill replaced by professional instinct, Lingling thought of the larger picture.
Su Yu’s trending post would bring phenomenal traffic and exposure to HEYISTUDIO.
It would elevate the brand’s design credibility and identity.
From a fledgling niche label, they could be thrust onto the mainstream fashion stage.
Magazines would reach out, buyers would seek cooperation, more artists would follow suit.
Their online store sales would explode.
Inventory would be insufficient, fabrics would run short, factories couldn’t meet demand.
Shaking with excitement at the thought, Lingling released Qiuqiu and lunged out like the wind.
“No way! I have to call President Tang now. Qiuqiu, you call President Gao—this is huge!”
She dashed into a quiet meeting room.
She first shared the Weibo post with Tang Song, then called him.
“Hey! Senior! Senior! Look at the WeChat I sent you!”
“Hmm? ...This is...”
“Su Yu! She’s wearing our company’s shell jacket. It’ll probably trend any minute...”
Lingling babbled the morning’s “news” breathlessly.
On the other end, Tang Song seemed to be looking at Weibo and didn’t interrupt.
When Lingling finally paused, he smiled: “Congratulations, Designer Lingling. This might make you famous overnight. Don’t worry about the factory—I’ll arrange it.”
“Okay, thank you, senior! I can’t believe it’s real. Tell me it’s real.”
“It’s real, Lingling. Good design naturally shines. Su Yu just let more people see your light;
you deserve this.”
Hearing Tang Song’s warm, affirming praise, Lingling leaned against the cool wall and felt her heart pounding hard.
Her senior’s recognition, her jacket worn by Su Yu...
She hadn’t let him down.
She inhaled deeply, gripped her phone, and tentatively asked: “Um... senior...”
“Hm? What is it?”
“About that wish you promised me before—does it still count?”
“Of course it counts. Why? Have you decided? Tell me—I'll make it happen.”
Lingling’s cheeks flamed.
After a moment of silence, in a feigned casual, teasing tone she said:
“Okay, so I’ve been busy drawing and studying my whole life and never really had a proper relationship.
It’s almost been two years since graduation. My friends are traveling, dating, showing off their love on social media every day like I’m the only one single. Honestly... I’m a little jealous.
So... I was wondering—senior, could you waste one day of your weekend to pretend to be my boyfriend?
Just one day! Let this hardworking designer feel the sour-sweet taste of romance for one day—just one day, please?”
She held her breath without realizing it.
The world seemed to narrow to the faint hum in the receiver.
Then came the clear answer: “Okay.”